We know who you are. We know what you’re downvoting. We’ve decided it’s time to kick you off your high horse. My love posts were like bait, you were drawn to them like art thief to a van Druys. You thought you were in the clear? Though luck, kid. You thought you were so vigilant. But in reality, you were a transphobe who was so blind. You thought you had performed a Herculean labor, ensuring that your account would be in no danger. But you are mistaken. Our operation has been successful in the extreme. Already, we have penetrated into the deepest nooks and crannies of your downvote history. It is in our stranglehold. It is finished. There is nothing that you can do. It is too little, too late for you. Looking back, you will cringe in regret at how obvious your little oversight was, the one that will cost you everything. Your precious username is living on borrowed time. We will tear it to pieces for the sheer, childish pleasure of it. Keep an eye out for the 22nd.

The Blue, Pink, and White Legion is watching.